Chapter 15 The most poisonous people

The bright red blood mist is like a tornado, penetrating between the sky and the from a distance, it looks like a bloody dragon! The dragon head is hidden in the dark clouds of the morning light, and the dragon's tail is connected to the earth.

So majestic!Like that eternal pillar that connects heaven and earth, it is truly staggering.

The gathering place in Changping Village was already in chaos, and the villagers all looked at their bodies in horror.

At this moment, both young and old have mottled white hair and skin like dead white and fat body that was originally raised has turned into the appearance of an old man.

There were even children kneeling on the ground, covering their fallen teeth and crying loudly.

Cries, noises, and sounds intertwined into a chaotic mess.

Everyone was at a loss and looked at each other.

"What happened, why did we become like this!"

"Village Chief! Old Village Chief! Save us!"

"Dad! I don't want to die yet! Dad, please save me."

"Haha, retribution, retribution! This is the retribution we deserve! Haha, Wu Niang, Wu Niang, I come to Huangquan to see you."

Laughing, crazy, begging for mercy.

Some people knelt down and worshiped heaven and earth, some fell to the ground and cried bitterly, some looked up to the sky and laughed, and some sat calmly on the ground.

Everything in the world seems to appear at this moment.

The old village chief was leaning on a cane alone. His figure was so stooped that his whole body was almost touching the ground.

There was no expression on the face like an old tree, as if it had already known that this time would the Taoist behind the old village chief was standing aside and watching all this silently.

"Village chief, what should we do!"

"Yes, village chief, please say something quickly!"

When the villagers saw the village chief coming, they rushed to his side like a drowning man seeing knelt around the village chief and stared at him with their old faces raised.

"Village Chief, everyone did what they did after listening to you. Come down and tell us what to do. How did we end up like this." The protruding man kneeling on the ground stared at the old village chief. , with a bit of anger in his hoarse voice.

"Yes, village chief, this is all your intention."

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't dare to do this. If something like this happens now, you should always give an explanation."

"Child! My son! Village chief, look at him. He looks like a white-headed man. He is only seven years old!"

There was no end to the crowd's voices, and the center of the noise was the old village chief.

The words cut into my heart like a knife, and complaints came one after old village chief glanced at the expressions of everyone present, and felt extremely sad in his thought that perhaps the retribution had already been buried when he coveted that glory and wealth.

Snakes die from greed, birds die from greed.

Heaven's punishment will always come at some point.

The old village chief squeezed his crutch and sighed in a low voice: "It's too late to say anything now. From the moment we threw Erlang's wife into the well, everything today was destined to happen." "How can this be! Then we What to do! We are still young! We are not half-buried like you!"

"Immortal old thief! This is all your fault! If you hadn't advocated living sacrifices, nothing like this would have happened now!"

"It's you! Old man! It's all you!"

"Why don't you die soon! Why do you want to harm others!"

There was an overwhelming wave of accusations, and everyone glared at the old village chief, with hatred in their seemed that what was in front of them was not their respected village chief, but their sworn enemy.

The old village chief stood alone opposite the crowd, raising his head vigorously and looking at the suddenly smiled, and a different smile appeared on his old face.

"Yes, it's all my fault. You have enjoyed the protection of living sacrifices for 20 years. You all have enough food and clothing, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Why didn't you think about it now? I was the one who proposed the living sacrifices, so what you can enjoy is I’m alone?”

"Human nature is fragile. People who are rich and powerful cannot share hardships. Sages and sages will not bully us."

After the old village chief finished speaking, everyone present fell looked at each other, and then they all saw dodge in their people in the crowd were still yelling, but the old village chief no longer paid much attention.

He looked at the Taoist priest who had been standing aside for a long time and bowed to him.

"Please ask the Immortal Chief to save the villagers of Changping Village." He said with a bitter voice.

The long-bearded Taoist brushed his beard, half-closed his eyebrows, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "It's not that the poor Taoist doesn't want to come to the rescue, but it's really the entanglement of cause and effect that makes it difficult to undo it. If the mist of calamity has not yet arisen, the poor Taoist still has a way. . But now that the mist of calamity has arisen, it is difficult for even gods to come down to earth! There is nothing we can do, nothing we can do."

The Taoist Master looked at the blood mist that covered half of the sky and could only calamity mist has been cultivated by people for 20 years. Once it bursts out, the resentment is enough to alarm the three realms of one but a great sage can defeat him.

It's just that nowadays the great sages of various sects don't listen to everything, and the right path in the world is unclear.

"If the mist of calamity is allowed to rage, sooner or later it will harm the land of southern Fujian. No matter what, I need to take care of this matter." Taoist priest Chang Xu thought to himself.

He looked at the blood mist and felt that his magic power was somewhat don’t know how this group of common people nourished such astonishing resentment.

"What should I do?! Please give me some advice from the Immortal Chief. For the sake of these hundreds of villagers in Changping Village, so what if I lose my life." The old village chief's eyes were full of expectation, and he looked at Changxu with spirited eyes. Taoist priest.

"Alas." Taoist priest Chang Xu sighed, and then looked at the old village chief. "Tell me who taught you this method to create such calamity mist."

"I don't know what the calamity mist is. At the beginning, Changping Village was still called Yangjiacun. Maybe the feng shui was not good and the poverty in the village was hard to get rid of. So I invited a Taoist to come and see it, but they said that it was difficult to reverse the feng shui of Yangjia Village." Chang recalled. "Later, a handsome man came to the village and told me that there was a way to eradicate the bad feng shui in Yangjia Village. It would only take 21 years to turn losses into profits."

"This method is to throw the female relatives of the family into the well in the center of the village as a living sacrifice. At least one person is required every year, and it is better if there are several people."

"The people in the village were afraid of poverty, so they were suspicious of their faith. They sacrificed the widow first. As a result, the weather turned out to be good and everything went well. So we..."

The old village chief didn't want to continue talking. He knew there was no need to say the all he can do is look at Taoist Changsu quietly, and his blessings and misfortunes all depend on a single thought.

"That's it." Taoist Taoist Chang-beard nodded lightly. "After all, it is no match for the greed of the human heart. Did you know that this wealth has been predestined for a long time, and if you enjoy this wealth, you will inevitably suffer this disaster. The mist of calamity is so thick, I guess it is because you have done too much evil."

"If this catastrophe can be averted, even if you can escape the death penalty, you will inevitably be punished with life."

"I just ask the immortal to save the child we are waiting for. The child is innocent." The old village chief choked with sobs.

"The poor Taoist can only give it a try... Huh?" Taoist Changxu's voice was a little surprised, and his eyes were fixed on Changping Village in the distance. "This is……"

(End of this chapter)